Until tonight
I thought
I had touched
everywhere on you.
But now
In this time of
no need to set the alarm
in this time
where you are
the only person I touch
I discover a small soft patch
on the underside of your upper arm
a vulnerable place
new to me.
Unexplored territory
on the geography of you.
And suddenly
we are making love
as if for the very first time
in a dorm room in Istanbul
accompanied by Turkish seduction music
and a jangling belly wrap
sensuous surrounding my hips.
I remember the hijabed woman
who sold me the wrap
in the marketplace,
knowing my hips would welcome
intimacy that very night.
She nodded and winked at me.
And tonight
I want to touch her hands
Transfer my gratitude to her fingers
eleven years later
for her silent knowing.
Love in the time of Coronavirus.
Tenderness beneath my fingertips.
Beautiful and wonderful words shared. In the hard days we learn. The value of love.